Time flowed like a river, and Lin Fang sat for many days, during which the atmosphere in Zhilei Mountain grew increasingly oppressive.
As the Mount Ling Buddhist Soldiers began to appear nearby, everyone realized that the steps of war were drawing near.
In the Cave Mansion, King Niumo gathered the Demon Kings under his command. Holding a glass of fine wine, he gazed down at the densely packed crowd below and roared, "We are born demons, naturally free, but the Buddhist Sect wants us to follow the ancient path of the monk. Do you agree?"
"No," the crowd exclaimed, energized.
"Some fear the Buddhist Sect, but I do not. They are but a group of deceivers, masquerading kindness but acting like bandits. We live peacefully here; they have no right to attack us."
"Drink this wine, and let's resist the Buddhist Sect together and defend our home." King Niumo drained the wine in his hand.
The monsters happily agreed, drinking the fine wine in their hands.
